You raise an eyebrow at my devilish expression but wait for me to explain why the text message has me smiling in the first place. “Well… I left our room and my cell number on the receipt when I signed for the tip.”
Your eyes just about pop out of your head. “You what?!?” Sputtering and adorable, face flushing crimson, I let you dangle for a moment. “The waiter from dinner?”
I give you an eyeroll and kick my shoes off just past the hotel room entrance. “No, our 75-year old Uber driver.” I flop onto the bed, leaving you standing in the vestibule. “What do you think I mean, of course I’m talking about the waiter. From dinner. Who you kept eye-fucking every time he came back to the table.” You haven’t moved. “I’ve never had my water refilled that many times before; he was coming around to flirt.”
You sigh, finally shuffling out of your coat and shoes. “Hon, that’s his job. Top up our drinks, flirt a little and hopefully get a decent tip out of us.” You’re still eyeing my phone like it might explode. I wouldn’t have smiled like the Cheshire Cat unless there was something more to the story, and you know it.
“Oh well, you’re probably right” I shrug, and tuck my cell into my bra, pretending to end the conversation. I close my eyes, but struggle to maintain a neutral expression when I sense you looming over me at the end of the bed.
“He texted you?” I can hear the nervous excitement in your voice. I run a foot up the inside of your leg and bring it to rest against your crotch. I nod. “And he’s interested in meeting up with you?” My eyes snap open.
“No. He’s interested in meeting up with both of us.” I feel your cock twitch against my foot as you let out a low breath. “Should I answer?” I tilt my head to the side. We will only do this if you want to. We’ve talked about it many times, but this is a step further. You swat my foot away gently and join me on the bed.
“Show me.” I pull the phone out again, bring up the messenger app and let you snatch it out of my hands. The exchange is brief, flirtatious and ends with *Off at 11, what r u two up to tonight? Want some company?* You sigh.
“What?” I poke you in the ribs.
“He doesn’t use full words to text…” you grimace, and I let out an exasperated groan. “He was really cute, though…” I poke you again. You pass the phone back. “Invite him up and see what he says.”
I squeal in delight and start my reply. When you realize I’m taking longer than expected and that Jean the extremely cute Waiter is actively replying, you noodle your way into my arms to peek at the screen. *Perfect, see you in a bit! My boyfriend is excited to learn how to give head, hope you’re down for that <3* I look at you, then pass you the phone. “If this is what you want, hit send.” I whisper.
You stare at the screen for a moment, breathing heavily. Finally, your finger brushes the arrow icon, sending the message. It isn’t even half a second until a string of heart-eye and drooly emojis appear in reply. You let loose a long breath and fall back on the bed. I’m not going to give you the chance to wind yourself up into a nervous wreck – instead I roll onto you and mash your face between my tits.
“What – what is going on?” your voice muffled too much for any emotion to make itself heard, but the stiff cock I’m now pressed against is all the reassurance I need. I grind against you slowly.
“I’m going to edge you until our guest arrives, and then we’re going to share him. Understand?” I let you breathe for a moment before enveloping you with my breasts again. This time you moan, and your hands are on my hips as I begin to roll my hips back and forth.
I’m not cruel; I let you go freshen up in the washroom when Jean messages to let us know he’s on his way up in the elevator. I look at the clock. 11:15, which means two things. First, that our new friend came here straight from work meaning he’s probably excited to see us. Secondly, that I’ve been slowly torturing you for the better part of an hour. I’m admittedly impressed, even though we had to take frequent breaks. Your thighs shaking as I slowly lapped up your precum is a sure tell you were close, but you didn’t finish. Good boy.
You emerge from the bathroom, still slightly red-faced and looking at me like you can’t decide if you want to strangle or fuck me. Probably both. I blow you a kiss just as there’s a knock at the door. You take a deep breath and open it to reveal the young man we’ll be playing with tonight should everyone be on-board. Tall, lithe and brunette; you’re not the only one who had been eyeing up the waiter during dinner.
Jean steps in, bottle of house red in hand. I take the wine while you deal with his jacket. Within minutes, we’re seated on the hotel couch cupping highball glasses freshly removed from their paper safety wrapping. The wine gets passed around, nervous glances melt into flirtatious chatter and before long, Jean’s hand is resting on your knee. I elbow you gently. Go on, if this is what you want.
“I haven’t – I’m not…” you start, but he leans in and kisses you. I squeeze your hand in reassurance and watch you start to kiss him back. You withdraw for a moment, letting everything sink in.
“All good?” His voice is thick with lust but I can tell he doesn’t want to spook you. The mood is tense for a moment until Jean tugs me into his lap, and suddenly all bets are off. I find myself passed between you two just like that bottle of Cabernet which now rolls empty and forgotten beneath the couch. Clothes start coming off, kisses are sloppier and more aggressive, and hands start wandering underneath what clothing still remains. It isn’t long before I tug you to the ground and tell Jean to take his underwear off. He complies, smirking at us – two eager sluts ready to take turns swallowing his cock. Perceptive, this one.
I wrap my arms around your middle and can feel your heart hammering away in your chest. “Would you like me to show you, or do you want to go for it?” I whisper in your ear, and snake a hand down to stroke you. Eager slut doesn’t quite cover it, you’re hard as a rock and leaking already, staring at Jean’s spread legs and thick erection.
“Show him.” I look up in surprise at Jean, who is now slowly touching himself. “You said you wanted to teach him, didn’t you?” Cheeky bugger. I cock an eyebrow and smirk, leaning forward to grasp him at the base. His prick jumps when my warm breath tickles it, followed by another twitch when I make contact with a gentle lick. I set to work, teasing and swirling my tongue around the tip. He relaxes with a sigh, melting into the couch and spreading his legs further. He’s partway into my mouth when I fumble for your hand and put it on the back of my head. You understand my meaning immediately and I feel your fingers tangle in my my hair, securing your grip as you push my head down onto his cock. He’s shorter than you are (though not by much) and so I’m able to lick his balls when he’s fully enveloped in my mouth. “Oh, she’s good.” Jean sighs again and I giggle with pride when you reply in agreement. As I begin sucking in earnest, your hand guides the rhythm. You know how good I am, and I’m going to teach you all my evil little tricks.
After a few minutes, I sit back and admire my handiwork. Jean is a puddle of endorphins, breathing heavily. One glance at your crotch, erection straining against the thin material of your underwear, reminds me how long you’ve been patiently suffering. Alas, you’ll be waiting for release a while still.
I turn to you and indicate the throbbing, glistening prick laid out in front of us with a jerk of my head. “Would you like a turn?” I murmur. You swallow once and nod, not taking your eyes off of his cock. I lean in and kiss you, wondering if you can taste Jean on my lips. I grab your chin and look into your eyes. The desire is there, you’re safe with me and we can stop any time you want – but I’m fairly certain you won’t be ending things here. “Well then. Get to work.”
Jean’s chest and belly rumble with laughter at that, and I shoot him another look. He’s not in charge here, I am. You scoot forward, mimicking my pose from earlier and taking his prick in one hand. I’m at your side, running my nails up and down your back as I murmur encouragements. Slowly, tentatively, you run your free hand up his thigh while stroking him. He’s slick with my spit, hardening again under your touch. He doesn’t have to wait long before you lean forward to take his cock into your mouth. “Good boy.” I run my fingers down your spine again, surprised at how turned on I am watching you lick him. As your head begins to bob in Jean’s lap, I reach between your legs to play with you. You let out a moan, muffled slightly by the dick in your mouth. Jean moans in turn at the vibrations and hisses that he’s getting close.
I stroke you faster, urging you on. I want to watch him explode down your throat. Moments later, he erupts with a roar and I know your mouth is flooding with the salty, bitter liquid of his release. Your eyes are clamped shut, fists clenched and resting on his legs as he pumps into you. I know that later I’ll be asking what was going through your mind at that moment, but it’ll have to wait. You pull back, gagging slightly, eyes watering; my love has swallowed his first load. What a champ. I kiss you again, the taste of cum unmistakable. Jean clears his throat; we both break away and turn to him from our embrace on the floor.
He’s breathless, motioning for you to join him on the couch. I manage to hook a finger into the waistband of your underwear as you stand, pulling them down and freeing you at last. You plop down beside him, excited for your turn. His hand goes straight for your erection as he kisses that spot beneath your ear which always makes your toes curl. You gasp and I decide to join in the fun, burying my face between your legs so that I can lick and suck your balls as he fondles you. You’ve been so patient all evening – edged out of your mind before tasting your first dick… now with two mouths and two sets of hands roaming across your skin you’re fit to explode. Hips bucking, begging for the release you’ve earned several times over by now.
It ends with Jean jerking you off into my waiting mouth as he nibbles your earlobe. Not a bad finish, I think to myself as I swallow each pulse of your orgasm. My only worry is that your desperate cries will annoy the neighbouring hotel guests. I suppose I did torture you a little longer and more intensely than I normally do, but you seemed to be having a good time all things considered.
We bask in the afterglow for a while before our guest stands to dress himself. “Second part-time job starts early in the morning” he explains, and we both immediately reassure him that we understand. I slip into the bathroom after a quick hug goodbye, and smile to myself as I hear murmurings and what sounds like a good night kiss as he’s on his way out the door. I take my time brushing my teeth and cleaning off my makeup before switching places with you, pinching your bum as we shuffle past each other in the narrow space.
I’m sitting in bed, pretending to play a mindless matching game when you finally emerge. It’s nearly 2 am but I’m a bundle of excitement; we’re lucky enough to not have work in the morning unlike our new friend. You flip the covers back, sliding into the space next to me so that I can wrap my arms around you and kiss the top of your head – a familiar, comforting spot. “Well?” I mumble into your hair. “How are you feeling?”
You turn your face towards mine, the corners of your mouth tugging upwards. “He gave me his number” is all you say before we dissolve into a fit of giggles and I pull you under the sheets so we can make out and rehash the evening, riding out the rest of this high together.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ptn4si/sucking_your_very_first_cock_mmf_bicurious_oral
Very hot. Great job. I’m thinking there’s more guy who Mike this than will admit they like this.